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by Lorelei Buckley
Description: There's no rest for the haunted. If someone had asked Zoey Hawthorne eighteen months ago to describe her life she would have said it couldn't be better. Perfect marriage, booming business, and best of all, her son was alive. Today she's divorced, unemployed, and pissed at the universe for taking her child, a loss that's cracked her soul in half. To date, she's addicted to pain meds and anger, with no intention of turning back. When Zoey inherits a ranch in rural Colorado from an estranged great uncle, she leaves Chicago behind to self-destruct in peace. But lightning changes her plans. Zoey is struck and left with an extrasensory gift that lets her see one more problem on her hands: vengeful spirits haunting her land. To stop the cycle of death rampant on her property, Zoey must solve a fifty-year-old mass murder while keeping her hot lover from melting her armor. She's tough enough for the task--provided she isn't killed in the process. WARNING: This title contains adult language and explicit sex.
eBook Publisher: Lyrical Press, Inc., 2012 2012
eBookwise Release Date: April 2012
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [345 KB]
Reading time: 201-281 min.
Though Zoey had no interest in resuming professional photography, she'd at least consider snapping pictures for fun. She turned for her camera, buried somewhere under a heap of clothes, and noticed her jeans. She bent over and slipped them on, straightened and glanced outside.
To the left was a hill with a fairly steep drop, but she could see where the ground leveled at the forest's edge. Lightning flashed in shorter increments and revealed a change in the density of darkness near the tree line.
A foraging raccoon? She blinked and refocused. A coyote? A child?
A drug interaction.
She tucked a bothersome hair around her ear, rubbed her filmy eyes and pressed her face to the window. Her heart jammed. A young boy, two or three years old sat beneath a hut of branches.
He had no shoes and wore tattered clothing. He appeared to be playing with rocks.
Panic surged, and she hit the glass several times. "Baby boy, don't move! I'm coming, hang on!"
Zoey rushed to the doorway, her body zinging with dread and wonder. She staggered down the stairs, passed an empty office nook, and poured out the front door.